Granite cores beating inside my head
Whispering the battlecries of lies and truth.
Clear-cut reflections upon the winter blades of Athena;
I drink of the Olympian nectar and breathe life.
The enemy approaches.
Beast awaits me and the Coliseum roars for my blood.
Bounded by the law, my name a criminal's.
Rescuer intervenes, a name high and noble.
Exchanged His place for my own,
Logos victorious.
Breaking the chains of winter, dead dandelions awake,
Allow for cosmos specks to dance
And silent cerulean sings.
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